Riot Grasper

- In Melbail.

"Hey, where you going?"

"You're not too busy to say you've finally arrived in the city."

"'Cause we're almost there"

No reply to the two voicing from behind, walking without hesitation through the boulevards of the familiar city's industrial zone.

I'm used to the fact that passers-by gaze is directed at the two walking behind them instead of here from time to time...... Well, a woman would look back if a man with a good face was walking in a fancy outfit.

If a woman who would be regarded as cute or beautiful if she kept her mouth shut was dressed in one-of-a-kind clothing made of light purple fabric, she would also be noticed.

But it doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter to me right now.

I turn the alley with pointless speed, and when I see a black, dirty chimney hitting my face from the workshop where it is built, I get no heart or mood.

My heart pulses with dokun whenever the hard sound of tapping metal echoes from my surroundings, so much so that I'm worried myself that I might be half sick.

"Here."

I barely made it through a number of workshops and stopped to get to where I was going.

A roof protruded by a coal-fired chimney, just like any other workshop, a building that is integrated with a store space that keeps the weapons created in the workshop.

"That's kind of an old-fashioned workshop. I think it's better to set up a more splendid workshop to build things."

"... Ren, shut up for a second"

"Uh, yeah."

Release words to one of us who was acting together, Len Shao, the man.

It just seemed a little surprising because the voice of that restraint was in such a different and chilling tone than usual.

I will not tolerate anyone complaining about the workshop of someone I truly respect.

"Duh, what's wrong? He suddenly looked scared. Look, Ray, I need you to do something for me."

the other woman - Ray Shao is not in tune with his brother's words,

"Do you like this kind of factory? Workshops that have been used over the years will have better jobs to focus on."

and cut off my brother.

"Oh, I don't know. Ugh... I'm sorry about the oil. It was frivolous to judge them by their appearance."

Twin sisters and brothers - Len Shao to Ray Shao.

Though twins, disagreement is rarer.

... but I know. You know what I mean! Ray!

"Nah... what. What about those hands?

Ray stares at the hand this one extended with a strange look on his face.

My palm, smiling and begging for a handshake, was pacified by her with a strange face.

... forgot me with the joy of unanimity, but Ray is not the type to prefer these familiarities.

In addition, from a standpoint, it would be difficult to travel with someone who was an enemy - and who captured us.

They're not pointing evil feelings at me to the point of murder, but they don't seem to be just going to break my position as a traveling companion to me.

Even for a mild joke like right now, he hates it as much as he makes his face slightly red and angry.

Well, there will be changes as we continue our journey.

- Well! Let's get back on our minds and take a step to the dreamy workshop now.

When the door is pushed open, a unique smell stimulates the nasal cavity.

Would it convey when it comes to harmonies not only the smell of iron, but also the smell emitted when various metals and demonic materials are heated? It's never a bad thing.

The walls are decorated with weapons such as swords, axes, spears and hammers. I honestly admire the technology that creates such beautiful products as never before.

That's right.

I'll be a blacksmith.

... No, not right now. When I got old around the world, I just figured that there was something exciting about sorting out the skills I possessed, acquiring blacksmith skills, and building weapons the way I wanted to.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, no, kind of."

Ray pulls me up from the world of paranoia, and when I look indoors again, I don't see the person I'm after. Is he in the back workshop?

I'm sorry to interrupt the work, but I have no choice but to ring the bell on the counter table once.

…………

I haven't heard back.

Second time.

…………

Not yet.

Third time...

"Yay!! I can hear you even if you don't ring so many times!

My body shuddered. I miss it. This feeling.

It was the Dwarves who were losing their facial contours with splendid beards that showed up with Zunzun from the workshop in the back. The body, low in height but muscular, is well trained to beat and beat metal. Bossy black hair stretches all the way around her waist and her brown eyes are sharp looking at this one.

The hammer (hammer) dressed with a special front is this guy's standard style.

- Zig Salman.

That is the name of this dwarf.

Tough stubborn pussies and other looks, but the blacksmith's arm is first-class. How dare you reach LV4 for your blacksmith skills.

Besides, backwards of the abusive tone, the destructive power of the gap between caring for this one and hiding it is amazing.

"... oh? Isn't that Sage? I came to say hello to Wang Du, so I thought I wouldn't have to see his face for a while. I came back a long time ago. How are you doing? Ahem?"

By the way, this is what happens when you translate Mr. Zig's words in my brain.

"I suddenly said I was going to the king's capital, so I thought I'd never see him again. Glad to see you so soon. I was worried how you were doing, man.

Mm-hmm. It's normal driving. It can be said that it accurately reads the other person's sincerity.

But what happens if Mr. Zig finds out you're doing this brain conversion? I'm sure they'll let you dive into the hot furnace.

Okay. That's about all I enjoy, and let's get back to business.

Gotri, and.

The object removed from the tool bag was placed on the table.

Pale luminous silver teeth - reflected in his eyes, where the phosphorous dragon crystal is a dwarf.

"Hmm?... Where the hell did you get this?

"Uh. Someone gave it to me."

Mr. Zig asks quietly with his voice down.

"Let me take a look."

Having begun the appraisal with a serious face in front of the legendary metal - in fact a rare one with altered dragonbones - Mr. Jig has carefully listened to the echoes that touched the surface or tapped lightly with a small gavel.

"... it's shaped like a fang, but is this a demon thing? It's not normal. It's hard."

Trying to scratch Bossa's hair, Brown's eyes were pointed at this one.

"They call it the Phosphorous Dragon Crystal. They call that what dragon bones have changed over the years, and this looks like a fang part, not a bone."

"Hmm. I've dealt with dragon fangs and scales, but they're not the size of little dragons like scallops and flying dragons (Wyburn)."

If you ask me, how big is a dragon body that produces such huge fangs? The fangs that Luke the Horseman grows are only about my finger size.

Compared to the size of a phosphorous dragon crystal, it is about the size of an arm.

"I don't really hear that traits change over the years either. Who told you that?

Huh... is that what this is all about?

"Someone from Dragoneut I met in Wangdu said,

When he groans anxiously, Mr. Zig slightly opens his eyes and shifts his gaze from Phosphorous Dragon Crystal to me.

"You know Dragon Man (Dragon Newt) again, a very rare species. That doesn't mean it lacks credibility."

"What do you mean?

"They are said to be descendants of the Wise Dragon who supposedly burned down the wicked Demon Clan during the Demon Wars of the past. Not too long ago. I don't know if it's actually a lie or a truth, but I'm pretty sure it's a deeply related species to dragons. You'll have more knowledge than I do."

Jig laughed funny as he continued his words once again looking at the phosphorous dragon crystal.

"So I went out of my way to bring this to Washi. Why would you want that? Ahem?"

You understand.

No heart or Mr. Zig feels like he's waiting for an answer.

It may have shaken my underlying feelings as a blacksmith in front of the rare material.

That is, how good things can you produce with your own arms?

Of course, the answer is one thing.

"- I want you to hit another sword with this phosphorous dragon crystal."

In an unequivocal reply, the skilled blacksmith bowed his eyes and agreed.

"Fine. By the way..."

At the same time, I jump my gaze at the sword I'm equipped with on my hips.

"The Red Vein (Noir Meltrouge) lurking in pitch black" - a delicacy created by Mr. Zig from the corner of a mutated Bloodog.

It is a somewhat frightening demonic sword that the sharpness rises each time an equipped person slashes and kills his own kind.

"How's the sword that I struck before? I don't know if you want a new one..."

"It's not broken!?"

Pokémon if you get it out of the sheath, there's no such thing.

I will deny it just in case I have a priori who broke the bazellard that you once broke apart.

"Then what are you going to do? Are you going to keep one of them as a spare?

"Can't you use both of them...?

"Oh? Maybe he's a duplicant?

"Yes, but I'm a little anxious because it might be difficult to handle... what do you think?

Mr. Zig drinks against me for asking questions. [M]

"I don't know that!

"Shh, excuse me"

Right...... this is not what you should ask Jig, the blacksmith.

"This one's a blacksmith!? I just pound up what I ordered with my soul. Besides, you already know what you can do... don't make me say it"

Yes. Decided.

I'll make it duplicitous.

I won't regret it.

◆ ◆ ◆

- Quickly, I'll stop by Mr. Zig to discuss the design of the sword.

"You know what? If it's possible, here's the thing...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Oh, then a little ingenuity would be fine. That sounds pretty funny."

Even from the side, the upbeat Dwarf tries to walk towards the workshop shaking his shoulders.

"Follow me. I'm going to train your sword to reward you for bringing in rare materials."

No way, can you give me a tour of the workshop!?

Can't hide my excitement for my first tour of the workshop, I follow Vitaly behind Mr. Zig.

"Hey, what are we supposed to do with the Oilers? Can I blah blah blah blah blah blah blah?

... Shit. I had completely forgotten the existence of the twins.

Turning to Len's question, Mr. Zig rubbed his beard several times as he compared the two faces.

"No, that's the side you two don't see behind you. Are you one of Sage's adventurers?

"I'm not an adventurer, but you feel like you're taking me on a journey"

"Much alike."

My feelings for my twin sisters and brothers are the same as the first one I've ever received.

"If you're free, it would be helpful if you could keep our store number. Look, it's a small shop, so there's not a lot of products, and very few customers come."

"Store number. Ah. Well, I don't have anything else to do, and I don't mind the oila."

"Bad. Can I ask Ray for a while, too?

I asked for a word from you, too.

"Why do eagles have to do that? Be a part of creating your weapon."

It's an obvious reaction. I knew this would happen.

"Isn't that nice? Well, if this is all the sellers, there might be more customers. Well, maybe Sage 'll buy us something to thank you for, huh? Ha-ha-ha."

Dwarves laughing luxuriously make me say a sarcastic and embarrassing dialogue.

But wait.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Please don't swing at me properly.

"Hmm...... nothing good though"

... Is that it? For Ray, that's kind of a nasty reply.

Even though I don't usually bend my opinions easily. No way...!?

Could it be... Ray, you,

- - Are you a jerk hobby!?

The attitude is strange, I guess, because Mr. Zig praised me perfectly earlier.

Guuuu...... let's admit Mr. Zig is fascinating indeed. Even I thought I could be held a few times.

But isn't it too soon for anything?

... Fair enough. Because it's wild for someone else to pinch their mouth on those feelings. As for this one, I am only allowed to watch with a raw warm gaze.

Well, it's time to change your mind.

We left the store number to the twins, and me and Mr. Zig stepped into the workshop.

The first thing that caught my eye was a big furnace.

The temperature inside, stained in bright red, cannot be seen by the amateur himself. I can't help but get excited about the sight of the tools and equipment that would be used for blacksmiths lining up so narrowly that I want to dive inside the furnace right now...... I'm kidding, all I know about the tools is the cast steel table - the iron floor (anvil) - or so.

Place the bright red baked metal on the iron floor and beat it up with a hammer.

It is precisely the romance of a man.

"I measured it once before, just in case."

Measuring your body's dimensions is your prep for creating the best sword that fits your back length and arm length.

After finishing measuring the dimensions, Mr. Zig took a red copper bag that hung on his hips and poured something like liquid into the furnace.

Suddenly, momentum burns up as if the heat emanating from the furnace doubles.

"What is that?

"This is a flame snake (Flame Naga) firebag. The liquid clogged inside is useful as a combustion agent. Between blacksmiths, they're treasured to raise the furnace temperature."

If it's a material with a higher melting point than iron or something, you're going to need these items.

Without hesitation, the phosphorous dragon crystal was thrown into a furnace with its mouth open in bright red.

"But... that's amazing"

"What is it?

In a room with great enthusiasm despite the windows being fully open, he calls out with his back open to the end wall so as not to disturb him.

"'Cause it's the first material we deal with, right? Because it sounds like you know what to do."

"The sword I struck on you the other day... but the Brad Auga horn was the ingredient. You know how adding heat brings properties similar to metals?

"Yes, I heard that."

"Materials obtained from dragon species demons tend to be similar. Dragon scales, fangs and nails may be processed without forging, but this phosphorous dragon crystal is too hard."

Forging is a technique that crushes the fine air gaps inside the metal, knocks out impurities, and gives them the desired shape while increasing strength, but needs to be heated and softened.

Rather, phosphorous dragon crystals would be difficult to apply even if they were not softened.

"Don't worry about it. Dragon materials are a lot resistant to heat. I'll waste the material if I work on it to make sure it's all right."

As reliable as it can be.

While pumping air into the furnace, Mr. Zig never tried to take his eyes off the furnace, which could be burned bright red.

- Hot.

... how long has it been?

When enough time had passed that if I had been thrown into the furnace, I wouldn't even have bones left,

"... is it time"

An incandescent phosphorous dragon crystal was removed from the furnace with a dedicated jar and the place was transferred to the iron bed.

Squeeze the hammer (hammer) from the tool holder suspended on the front and shake it up slowly.

- Kahhhhhhh!

And it just sounded petty with the beginning signals.

"But you're a strange one, too"

Even as he throws his words this way, Mr. Zig blows a hot shock indoors without breaking a certain rhythm.

"I've also been a blacksmith for a long time, but I've never seen such material. I can understand if a skilled adventurer brings it in... but no, that was an extra story"

Mr. Zig cuts his words there and continues to slap him silently.

"- Every time I wave a hammer, my life is blown in, and I change shape... I like this moment. You can see in front of you the moment a piece of boneless metal is reborn."

Pompous, he groaned like he was talking to himself.

- You can do it.

Looks good.

If I could visualize the look of respect, Mr. Zig would undoubtedly be pierced by me.

I was still staring down at the hammer after that - but the fuzz stopped moving.

... What is it?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I can't see too many signs of movement, so my interest precedes me in walking over to Mr. Zig's side.

"What's wrong with you? Have you been reborn yet?

I know it would be just too soon, but I made a mild joke and asked.

"- Let it go."

"... Huh?

I try to pick up a voice I couldn't hear, and I close my ears.

Shut the fuck up!

The blow of the hammer, wielded by a boom, passed near my head.

It is so wind pressure that if it hits, the shape of the skull changes.

"Hey, what are you doing, Mr. Zig?!? If you suck, I'll be reborn!?"

"Don't be funny!

What is causing Mr. Zig to have a rough nose?

If you observe the phosphorous dragon crystal placed on the iron bed, you can guess it.

It would be a hard material, it would deform if it was heated and beaten many times.

but there is no change in the phosphorous dragon crystal placed.

There is no distortion where the hammer seems to have been wielded, and it shines holding a beautiful and beautiful curve: the dragon's fangs.

"You shouldn't have done it the wrong way. but... you need to heat it up at higher temperatures. But when you can't do it with a flame snake (Flame Naga) firebag..."

Jig, who has just calmed down a little, is grumbling a lot.

"- Hey. You must have grown up to be one end adventurer, too, huh? I need you to prepare something for me. I didn't know you didn't want to... you didn't tell me, did you?